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When they'd first come out in the morning, a single flounder lay flapping and puffing in the breezeway, one sad, swollen eye looking back toward the sea.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
Madeline Reynolds
Who am I? I'm the Breeze, bitch!
Until he taught me to fl, I didn't realize how deep beneath the earth I'd buried my hopes and dreams.
I saw a Puffin
In the Bay of Baffin
Sittin on Nuffin
And it was Laffin.
Florida for Transition
Fee fi foe fum, she's scratching on my back. Oh, here she comes.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play ...
Wake up, Carolee, the plane is waiting for us, we have to get to the game.
Flannery O'Connor's brief life and slim output were nonetheless marked by piercing powers of observation.
little red bird. Don't go.
The omelette tasted like flannel.
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
Come on, bebe. Let's play gator.
My name's Jet Steele.
gone on Miss Lily.
I'm a one-hundred-percent, made-in-Florida, dope-smugglin', time-sharin', spring-breakin', log-flumin', double-occupancy discount vacation. I'm a tall glass of orange juice and a day without sunshine. I'm the wind in your sails, the sun on your burn and the moon over Miami. I am the native.
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
Marie Laurencin.
Where the frick are you?! I've been frickin' driving all frickin' around this stupid frickin' city all frickin' day trying to find the frickin' hotel because apparently frickin' Emily doesn't know where the frick it is either.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.
Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.
My beautiful Ivey.
I'm sort of a strange bird.
Florida has been really cool to us. This is our first big club tour, and Pennywise has been really nice.
Anyway Ri Ri what rhymes wit your name really? Money got you vacationing in Chile
I'm taking Fleur on a thestral," said Bill. "She's not that fond of brooms."
Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a sloppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again.
Falyse opened and closed her mouth, which made her look like some especially stupid fish.
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
Room service. You like me fluff pillow?
Roberta Marieschi
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
Minty? Your name is Minty Fresh?
Feathertail... No, don't leave me!
There I go, Clara the parrot. I belong on a pirate's shoulder.
Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.
Down in Louisiana we call that Boogie Woogie!
I'm not the kind of guy who will pass someone without saying hello. If that's flaky, then I guess I'm flaky.
Mindy Lujan with her feathered hair, bullying blue-lined eyes, and potty mouth that rivaled Akhil's, managing to use fuck as a verb, an adjective, and a noun, often in the same sentence, as in, "Who the fuck does that fucking fuck think she's fucking with?
Rock star, flier than an ostrich.
Flyer than the rest but I don't rest I keep goin
If you're looking for light entertainment, you can't get much lighter than 'Bye Bye Birdie,' a flyweight farce about the coming of rock n' roll to small-town America.
Who are you?' Gaia gasped.
The girl froze for a moment.
Looked at her. Smiled and said, 'Who am I? I'm the Breeze, bitch!
Glowby had floated
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Summer here comes on like a zaftig hippie chick, jazzed on chlorophyll and flinging fistfuls of butterflies to the sun.
Hello, I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind.
If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Excuse me? You're the one who was out to mislead me with your alluring bimbo slinkiness! What if I had believed your act last night? What if I had fallen deeply and madly in love with you? You would have had the blood of my love-sickness on your hands, Leila Folger.
Fluke me, Murdstone.
our floating barge.
Wakey wakey eggs and bacey!
Takin' out my freak tonight
I'm wondering if the crew [from'The Hateful Eight'] had some sort of nickname for me. I am blanking at anything truly funny, so I'll just say, 'No Phone Quentin'.
Did you know Carrie White is going to the prom?"
Morty blinked. "With who? The Beak?" The Beak was Freddy Holt, another of Ewen's misfits. He weighed perhaps one hundred pounds soaking wet, and the casual observer might be tempted to believe that sixty of it was nose.
Come up fish. Come to Quint.
For one thing, she pronounced flowers 'flars' and I couldn't let it slide.
I want my fluff-fluff! (Bob) Fluff-fluff ... (Zarek looked panicked.) (Zarek)
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
There is only one thing wrong about the Flo Hyman Award: it came to be named for the Old Lady of Volleyball much too soon.
I'm Bertie Byrd. I rent your house since you don't live here anymore." "Did you say Dirty Bird?" He laughed out loud. "Oh, that's a good one, Mr. Fortney. I never heard that one before. A real knee-slapper. Where's the key?
us. The little shit really digs Celia here. Been seein' her
I represent Orlando, Florida, the world's number one vacation destination.
Don't fuck with me. I don't like it and I know your mother.
Jory to a Handsy-Hayes Fischer
Fran? Frances Hill, you stop that right now! What the devil's got into you? Ada, you should be ashamed! Braying like a mule, you are! And you, Mattie Gokey ... would you like to tell me what could possibly be so funny?
What had happened to the old Jack Grammar, the one who would have flubbed it somehow?
Well, I reasoned: I could still flub it. Let the flubbing begin!
The simple bird has the freedom to fly anywhere, and yet here we stay
I wish my name was Tom Kite.
It makes you very cool," he said, taking big, jumping steps to get in front of me. "CNN would interview you, for sure. Daughter of Flobie! But don't worry. I'll keep them back!
Bird of Wide Experience I
Call me 'that-weird-chick-who-says-"fuck"-a-lot'" is probably more accurate,
Loony, Loopy Lupin.
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
Marcus Flutie slept with just about every girl on the Eastern Seaboard except me. Though, he tried to get into my panties when I was a freshman but turned him down because I refuse to disempower myself just for a few clit twitches.
Faviana is a line that girls can feel super-glamorous in. A lot of their designs are kind of based off of what celebrities wear on the red carpet!
Rosie Germaine Mole.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
It was to have been a quiet evening at home. Home is the Busted Flush, 52-foot barge-type houseboat, Slip F-18, Bahia Mar, Lauderdale.
He's wearing flannel!" Alan yelped. "He's shoving his straight in my face!
you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!
Touche, mon ami. Too fugging shay.
Abby. She's a pigeon. A demonic pigeon that fucks with my head so bad I can't think straight. Nothing makes sense anymore, Cam. Every rule I've ever made's getting broken one by one. I'm a pussy. No ... worse. I'm Shep.
If a theme runs through the history of Florida, it is this: something's great, and someone comes along to mess it up.
Her name is Portia
Flo Hyman became America's best-known volleyball player with a faulty aorta, but she did not know it.
TWENTY-NINE We Are Falafel-Jacked by an Eagle
Out on bail, fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Don't be a goose!
I'm a little bit drifty. I'm a little bit all over the place.
Winna ye be gaein' awa', to write buiks, an' gar fowk fin' oot what's the maitter wi' them?
They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye I'm looking nothing like ya poppa, I wouldn't give a chick ten cents, to put cheese on a whopper.
I'm light and airy.
Jenny? Just as I was considering
Zip zop wop boopity bop.
friend Pepper Taylor," Vivienne pointed left,
If your a fly, fly awayFly-- Connor Smith
I wanted a Blaine but ended up with a Duckie.